"The Last Bullet Left for Me"!

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Go back to your bedroom and turn on your computer.

Look at this novel that has become popular on the Internet.

That's right, this novel is the novel that I voted to Wutong, the editor of Dianniang's novel, with the identity of Su Xinbao.

Past.

"The Last Bullet Left for Me" was praised by overseas readers as "the first truly international military novel in China". The whole story revolves around love, brotherhood, and father-son love, and it is a novel that truly records the mental journey of the growth of the special forces of the Chinese Army.

Perhaps, this name is not very famous.

However, when it comes to another name, it must be very familiar.

That is "I Am Special Forces", which was adapted into a TV series.

Speaking of these five words, I believe many people know the meaning of this novel.

This is a trend that once swept the whole of China.

At the beginning, when Su Cong made his choice, he thought about it for a long time, and there were many novels in his mind.

However, there are not many novels that want to cause a large-scale phenomenon.

After thinking about it, Su Cong finally chose this novel.

This novel can be said to be a classic in one field.

Su Cong looked at the comments on the Internet.

A cheer.

……

"There is only one concept that gives people the most shocking power in this work -- the Chinese Army! The loyalty and majesty of the Chinese Army are unforgettable and peerless!

-- Sasu, a writer in Japan"

"In the dark night, I thought about the days of the Foreign Legion again. Hiding in the trenches of Bosnia with my comrades, listening to the mortars playing lullabies to us, chatting with Swiss buddies about edelweiss, talking about where in the world the girl is the most beautiful, reading novels, my chest seems to be torn apart suddenly. I've never regretted it, but I do regret leaving the Corps - I grew from a kid who knew how to watch chicks to a real soldier. For us, our comrades-in-arms are our whole world, thanks to Su Xinbao's novels.

-- A retired veteran."

"When I read this novel, I just laughed, but still had nothing to say, I would have a beautiful dream tonight, sleepwalking in the barracks where I had lived for three years, dreaming of my brother, my passion. When I woke up, I still had nothing to say, just a pillow with a slight tear stain and a fiery heart.

-- I'm far away. ”

“……”

Su Cong looked at these comments one by one, to be honest, in his previous life, he himself was moved by this novel.

Sometimes.

It doesn't take anything earth-shattering to move people.

All you need is one thing that can touch your heart, even if it's insignificant.

This life.

Choosing this novel by yourself can be regarded as completing the emotion in my heart.

Of course, more for their own plans.

Su Xinbao's identity, no, it should be said that this vest should be protected by himself, which is like playing a game to upgrade.

In a district, I have two numbers, and when I fight with others, it must be more powerful for two numbers to fight one number, and things are clear, it's very simple.

Su Cong didn't want to be his true identity when he faced the attack of others, and there was no way to deal with it.

Of course, this is an afterthought, so let's not talk about it for now.

……

Literary Newspaper.

Headquarters building.

Office of the Editor-in-Chief.

Rivers and lakes.

Editor-in-chief of Literary Newspaper, the first newspaper in Chinese literary fiction.

The sound of writing with a fountain pen resounded in the quiet office.

Half an hour later.

Jianghu put down the pen in his hand.

Raised his head and stretched.

"I originally thought that it was just a flash of inspiration for you, but I didn't expect that you were so literate, although we have never met, but we can be regarded as gods......"

The editor-in-chief Jianghu, sitting in an office chair, looked out the window and muttered.

Coming back to his senses, he picked up the intercom on his desk.

"Xiao Liu, come in!" Jianghu still said softly.

It wasn't long before the young lad knocked on the door and walked in.

"Arrange this manuscript on the front page tomorrow!" Jianghu said lightly, handing over the manuscript he had just written.

Xiao Liu took the manuscript with both hands.

Took a look.

I was horrified.

The editor-in-chief has written the manuscript himself.

Xiao Liu knew in his heart that after the last "The Legend of Wukong", the editor-in-chief never wrote it himself.

This time, could it be that there are any amazing articles in the Chinese literary world?

Or is it a stunning novel?

Xiao Liu's curiosity suddenly exploded, picked up the manuscript, agreed, and walked out of the office.

Just walked out of the office and closed the door strap.

Then I couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript in my hand and start reading.

After reading "The Last Bullet Left for Me".

In this world, there is a kind of emotion called shock, in this world there is a kind of shock called attachment, and in this world there is also a kind of attachment called no regrets.

-- Inscription

I saw Su Xinbao's new work again, the masterpiece, "The Last Bullet Left to Me". Although it is not over yet, it is only a part, but I have been deeply moved, not the magnificent and wonderful description of the fight scenes in the novel, not the high-tech modern military demonstration and narration in the novel, nor the uninhibited handsome actions of the "wild wolf" in the novel, but a kind of spirit.

Miao Lian's unremitting pursuit of the "special forces of the Chinese Army", although she knew that her body could no longer realize that sacred dream, still continued to pass on this "dream" and pinned it on the soldiers who had this "talent" at the next station; Chen Pai's iron will, knowing the seriousness of his illness, still gritted his teeth and persisted.

When his legs could no longer hold on, he fired a few shots at the sky, and his pain, helplessness, and regret were intertwined at this time, filling the entire dark sky.

Although he did not persist until the end of the training in the end, we know that he is a victor, and his tenacious will makes us deeply know what is a warrior forged by iron will; squad leader Zheng Sanpao's refusal to give up and not abandon, he let us know that time is not a problem, as long as you have that courage, that hope, that persistence, dreams are not an unattainable luxury; Chen Xiwa's simplicity and sincerity, that honest smile, I believe it deeply touched everyone, that is a truth.

Although he was not the most outstanding and was eliminated without even passing the basic training, that bitter smile, the solemn military salute under the national flag, and the good wishes for his comrades-in-arms will never be erased; the humor, wittiness, and intelligence of the hygienist Shi Dafan and the "paratroopers" are like "living treasures" that deeply warm everyone in the "wolf's tooth special forces."

There is also Zhuang Yan, who started to be a soldier for love, and finally for the sustenance of "Miao Lian" and the spirit of Chen Pai, so as to participate in the selection of special forces.

……

The days are passing by rapidly, life is like a once-in-a-century meteor shower, and the beautiful days are always so short, so fleeting, so unforgettable.

Maybe some people are destined to be brilliant in their lives, maybe some people are destined to be a quiet spectator all their lives, and maybe there are some people who are destined to be worshipped "gods" that can never be overcome, and that height can only be looked up with one posture.

After watching "The Last Bullet Left for Me", maybe our lives are not as gorgeous as theirs, maybe we won't have a group of "comrades-in-arms" who live and die together like them, and we won't even encounter cruel training like them.

We have our own "height" just as a bystander to watch, envy, and move, so as to better cherish the life we have now.

And for me, I never dreamed of being a compelling person, I just knew that I wanted to write as much as I could, to express what I felt and saw.

I like the texture brought to me by the text, the faint like, the little hope, carrying my persistence to continue writing. I want to write something beautiful and leave some thoughts about youth.

And these are the things I love the most in this world, and now I am doing the most touching things in the world, as I wish.

I long for youth, I long for ideals.

Sometimes I feel like I'm doing a task that can never be completed, sometimes I'm like a scavenger running around, a deserted world, but only I am the only scavenger, and sometimes I'm like a "small bourgeoisie" enjoying the warm sunshine, and the happy reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows is venting the satisfaction of that moment.

In fact, life is really short, the years are in a hurry, and people are easy to get old.

Of course, man is also a strange animal, when he is young, he longs for the New Year quickly, and a new dress can easily satisfy, but when he grows up, he is afraid to face the New Year, and the new clothes can no longer satisfy the heart that is getting older and older.

I was afraid to face the past, and when I looked back, I found that I had been stuck in place, stupidly looking at people coming and going.

And all the people are running non-stop, suddenly forgetting that the "platform" they have passed through can only represent a stop, and the real destination can only be at the end of the next stop.

Many years ago, I always thought that maybe a person can only experience a lot of things and deal with many people before he can understand what it means to be calm and wise.

Always face the people who pass by at every stop with a normal and true heart, and when you are young, you are undeniably cautious, with a faint hope to pass those ordinary and quiet days like boiled water.

Time may be able to numb our young hearts, cruel youth may be able to leave indelible scars in our hearts, and growth is the courage to continue this journey better......

……

The handwriting is very vigorous and powerful.

Xiao Liu looked at this name that appeared again.

I was stunned.

Su Xinbao!

The author of "The Legend of Wukong" has a new book?

"The Last Bullet Left for Me"

No way!

A book that can be so highly respected by the editor-in-chief must be a good book, no matter how many there are, let's go and see it first, anyway, this is tomorrow's headline, it's still early today, read it first......